renga with Yana T.
Forteen's of December. Morning star is here already, but the sun is not in a hurry.
I'm speaking to the darkness inside me, when will the sun rise?
I wonder if the sky is so clear, rose, light and bright, the night has gone, but how is it possible when the sun is not here?
Enough with that, I'll create my own sun and send it up to the sky. You can't see it, can you? Well, it doesn't matter until it shines.
I believe you. It is very brave. But if the real master opens his eyes, if they call your sun a pretender?
Any god is real if they have at least one believer.
Any sun is real if they have at least one observer.
Any teacher is true if they have at least one follower.
Are there lover without a beloved?
Love is always about two, even if you don't want to, even if they don't want to.
Don't ask me whether my love for the sun is one-sided.